I've long admired Cadillac's Art and Science styling idiom, its razor edges blended with carefully controlled taut contours. I've also long been a fan of wagons. (Have I ever told you about my semi-successful autocross career in a Ford Pinto wagon? Maybe another time.) Combine these two, and it's easy to see why I feel fortunate that the good folks of Cadillac kindly lent me a CTS Sport Wagon for my Monterey Weekend wheels. All the more so, when you consider that I manage to stretch the "weekend" into an entire week.
My CTS Sport Wagon has the optional direct-injected 304-bhp V-6 (the standard V-6 makes 270) and the 19-in. Summer Tire Performance Package. Total sticker, including $825 destination, is $52,040. EPA mpgs are 18/26 for city and highway, respectively. On my way up here, in a mixture of Los Angeles sprawl and Route 101 cruise, I was splitting the difference at around 22 mpg. I made use of the car's easy traveling legs, its UltraView sunroof, its XM Satellite radio, its Bluetooth phone hookup and, at either end, its power liftgate. The heated/ventilated front seat is comfortable—once I moved the headrest to its topmost position. All in all, I'm finding the CTS Sport Wagon an excellent choice.
In fact, only partway into the "Weekend," I had this confirmed by others as well. This first came on the streets of Carmel, California, where an abbreviated version of Concours on the Avenue was held this year. I was vacating my parking space after viewing the event and a lunch at Katy's (great Calamari and Eggs!) when the coveted spot's next occupant called out, "A beautiful car! How do you like it?" Another wagon fan, he was driving a late model Mercedes. Later that day, in a completely different locale, two other enthusiasts also admired the CTS Sport Wagon with similar sentiments.
This reminded me of another Concours weekend at the opposite side of our country, and coincidentally enough also concerning a Cadillac. Several years ago at Amelia Island in Florida, I had taken a side trip to visit St. Augustine. The parking-lot guy there gave me a wonderful quote, most appropriate this second time as well: "If admiring glances were sticky fingers," he said, "that car of yours would be all covered with smudges."